Whistler (The End)

The entire drive home today (complete with Everly having a meltdown for roughly 2.5 out of 3 hours) we remarked how successful this vacation was (despite the last ditch effort to prove otherwise). This was probably in my top five vacations of all time, even though it wasn't exactly restful or rejuvenating...but there's something about the kids have ear to ear smiles from beginning to end about every little detail of the trip. They laughed, the played, they skied, and they had a blast. And that made us have a blast too. Now, for the last onslaught of photos, and thank you for bearing with me and the million photos documenting every minute of fun.

This was Everly's idea of "getting ready". Every time we told her to get ready for a walk to town, a ski day, breakfast, etc, she put on her swimming suit. It's ironic because every time she was at the hot tub, she tried to take it off. Which led to an interesting conversation between her and some strangers in a gondola about "pool rules". Turns out a 2 year old's experience in the hot tub is not that different from a group of late-night partying twentysomethings.

She also went for this. When we I told her to put on all the clothes on the floor,

I came back to this.

The kids idea of heaven is looking down off the Peak to Peak gondola.

One of Parker's favorite mountain events is "follow the leader". There is only one leader. Ever.

On one of the first days, Parks stopped on the hill, threw down his poles and declared "Mom! I am a mess right now! My pants are undone, my gloves are wet, my goggles feel funny, my helmet is too tight, my shirt is all bunched up and there's snow down my neck!" He has since recovered.

Still leading...
So, on our last day of skiing Everly fell asleep on the chairlift. She was super floppy when I got her off and sure enough, her eyes were closed and she was fast asleep. I scooped her up and transferred her over to Jeremy and she never even stirred. He skied her down to the lodge and it was like a parting of the seas. Everyone made way for this little heap of sleepy as he got her skis off and carried her into the lodge. We found a table in the corner and set her on the floor where she slept for an hour and a half. Grandma was kind enough stay with her while we took Parks for a couple more runs.

She woke up ready for a snack and more skiing.

The last run. *tear*

A tired Parks relaxing after a long week.